Cordsandco

They sense the being behind him, but continue on their way, sending strings of brown, grey and white behind whomever is following him.

cords was in an au severing a frisk with … glitches??? he had one eyesocket navy blue and the other black, he seemed insanely happy on how the blood splashed on his face. there were strings  that looked like cords wrapped arount the body. “hehehe HAHHEH3HAH” insame laughter was emmiting from him

…The figure notices this AU, taking a look to see someone in the process of killing a frisk… “How interesting.. he’s not Error, nor is he Error 404.. or anyone I’ve ever known with glitches and strings… I wonder who this is..” he thought aloud as he entered it. @motherbuffmare

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cords stopped and his eyelights go on. the white one is in the navy blue socket, and the other is a green inside around a back pupil and yellow around the green and orange around the yellow, his cords shoot at the figure, pinning both figures. “Who ar3 y-you?” his cords/ strings came from his eyes and his mouth, they were grey. light grey.

“You may call me Puppeteer,” the hooded figure replies in a voice not quite masculine nor feminine, but leaning more toward masculine…. If you pay close attention, you’ll notice that he has strings of his own appearing as tears constantly falling from his sockets, both sockets a normal black but with warm brown pupils, the color of wood, his skull a light grey… He makes no attempt to escape the grasp of his captor’s cords, perfectly relaxed and composed. “Who are you?” he asks in return, as well as to whomever had been trailing him. @motherbuffmare

“im cords!sans. you can call me cords” he said, he seems tense his grey strings/cords pull himself closer, his eye sockets blank” do, you have a frisk… if you do, they don’t deserve to live.” he mumbles

Puppeteer shakes his head, as he calmly responds,“ No, I do not have a Frisk… And no need to be so tense, I mean you no harm.” He doesn’t bother to ask why Cables thought Frisks didn’t deserve to live, as some were genocidal (because of the Player) and many people across the multiverse hated them due to that, though most tend to be neutral or pacifist.

(taco: whoopssorryboutthatcords TT-TT) Puppeteer nods in response, as the strings retreat… He’d like to give him a hug or something when Cords said his latter sentence.. but he’s not exactly comfortable with hugging someone he barely knows, especially when they’re glitching…. so he waits for him to finish rebooting and loading*

cords shook his head “Im sorry… i cant control those”

“It’s quite alright, it happens,” he responds quietly, a bit relieved Cords is fine. (whoops, posted it in the wrong blog)

Puppeteer shrugs, kind of knowing what he means, “Why would I run? It’s not like you’ve done anything to cause me harm.” He’s summoned a half done bunny plushie and some sewing needles, working on it as he speaks, relaxed and at peace. (sorry i’m late)

Cords went starry eyed “Is That A bunny?!?!”  he gasped to explain what he feels like is, put the gay flag behind him and make it rain skittles

Puppeteer smiles faintly as he looks at Cords with his bunny, “It’s really adorable!” he replies honestly, going back to work on his little plush, adding stitches where it’s necessary… all embarrassment seeming to have vanished…“What do you call it?”

“thank you and i call her Candy” he proudly called it! (PFFFT) “i made it out of strings and panted her pink!” he said (INNOCENT BEAN)

Puppeteer allows himself to smile a full genuine smile, “That’s a nice name!” He gets up and walks closer to Cords, but stops about a yard away… That’s as close as he’s getting.. He’s almost done with the plushie bunny, having given it details that resemble those of Cords during the conversation.

“thank you!” cords permanant smile grows bigger “ya know, i feel we’re going to be good freinds!”

He nods, saying, “ Same… What’s your job around the multiverse?” Puppeteer’s done with the bunny plush, having made it look like Cords. He begins a new project, probably a puppet or something, idk… His shadow appears to be moving….

“ My job is errors job, lets just say error is out of order heheh, but i do kill the frisks instead of capturing their soul. i also get the ability of their reset, so i steal what they took from me… my own life in my own au, witch is actually a void now.” he explains

He nods, understanding. “…Before you ask … my “job” is a bit more.. vengeful…“ he says quietly as he demonstrates with a small AU puppet, toying with it until it tears itself to shreds, Puppeteer staring at the puppet with a poker face, though he is likely to be imagining what he hates most… After his little demonstration is done, he explains further “I play with certain AUs until they destroy themselves from within… “A humanoid figure shows up from his shadow, grabbing him in a choke hold.

“Not… my… shadow…” he struggles to say.. the shadow creature still holding him in a choke hold, smiling as they say, “Put those away, or I will end him,” threateningly in a cheerful manner, summoning a knife embedded with some serious magic.

cords dissapears and reappears next to the creature with blank eyes and he stole the knife “hmmm cool what does this do heheheheheh!” he threwhimself at the shadow creatre pinning them down “ frisk or not, mess with my freinds, you’ll regret it” he threatens while pointing the knife at their throat.

“Don’t you ever freaking touch my knifu” the shadow says, easily getting back to choke holding Puppeteer through the shadows. Cords its your lucky day, the knife cursed! He is now likely to see all his worst memories while he still holds that accursed weapon!^^ Puppeteer can’t concentrate enough to summon his strings… Another being appears, one of light, who looks annoyed…

“Shade… you’re such an idiot.” The being of light grabs the knife and hands it to the tortured shadow… “You can stop now, I’m here to make sure they won’t cause trouble.” …"Shade" as the light being called them releases Puppeteer, annoyed that the being stopped this madness, glaring at him. Puppeteer rubs his sore throat, glad to finally be out of that choke hold… “Thank you,” he says to both Cords and that light.

he lets go, glitches surrounding him still, the curse stuck with him…. great just great “ n0 pr0bl3m”

The light takes Shadein chains as he portals away, waving a goodbye. “Are you alright, Cords? You seem to be glitching quite a lot…” Puppeteer is concerned, despite only having known him for a few minutes.

cords nods”it h4pp3ns 4ll th3 tim3 it’ll w34r 0ff s00n” he said… “uh s0 d0 y0u h4v3 4 v0id t0 g0 t0?” he asked

Puppeteer nods,“ Yes. I was just about to go there and check on someone.. Would you like to come with me?” Puppeteer has invited you to come over to his home, will you accept? Yes or No?

“Ok, then” he says quietly, making a portal, to an anti-voidal space with a house, right at the entrance… As you enter the house, its larger than it seems on the outside, you’ll see some windows to AUs, a pile of plushies all made with care, some comfy chairs, a table and hallways with doors leading to different areas of the house. “Sorry about the mess…” Puppeteer sheepishly says, though aside from a few strings and plushies, its rather neat…

“what mess?!?! this is cleaner than my void!” he exclaimes

He gestures to the whole room like “this”…“…Help yourself to anything, Cords… I need to go check on someone….” You can hear someone, likely a young child, crying down one of the many hallways… and Puppeteer hurries down that hallway.

cords goes to the plushies and was sinking in them*

Puppeteer returns to the living room with a toddler skeleton in his arms, maybe 3-4, with small black bones hidden in a little jester onesie, who looks curious when they see Cords sinking into the plushies… Puppeteer’s skull is flushed light brown from slight embarrassment…

cords tries to get out of the plushies… he’s officially stuck “Cute kid” … “can you help, im stuck…”

The kid laughs cheerfully, and as they get closer to help, you notice the child greatly resembles a variation of Error, with red eye sockets, eyelights multi-colored in his left, a white on in the right, strings of navy blue coming from his sockets… Puppeteer laughs softly, using some silver strings to get Cords out of the plushie pile.

*cords popped out on his bony bum* “0w”… “ hey  there whats their name?” he asks puppeteer

The child giggles some more, as Puppeteer replies with, “Michael Strings… but he prefers to be called Jester.” Little Michael is playing with a small yellow plush duck, using a few of his blue cords to make something for it.

Cords laughs quietly… “well hey-a jester”

Jester grins at Cords, saying “hoi!^^” still playing happily with his duck, as Puppeteer watches this interaction smiling as he works on a small project

cords smiles “nice duck have you heard of the duck song?” he joked

Jester thinks about it, then shakes his head “nu”.. Puppeteer laughs, then goes to go get something from a room.

cords shows the duck song video to jester

Jester seems to enjoy it, singing along and clapping happily.. Puppeteer returns with a camera, taking a few pictures of the moment

cords smiles, he hasn’t been this close to a kid since … when papyrus was little.. old times

Puppeteer notices his expression of nostalgia, but says nothing, just smiles as he shows them the pictures he took.. Jester laughs, clapping as he looks at them… In the windows to AUs, there seems to be some chaos happening…